Just lots of randomness today...
I got my official substitute teaching ID badge yesterday! I am so excited, now I just have to go on to the website and enter my info and I will definitely call a couple of the schools I tutored at and had practicums/student taught at so I can work in those, though I am definitely willing to go just about anywhere.
Try these please please please, I really want to see what happens. I found it in Kate's blog, and we know how much I like to take random things from other blogs.:
http://kevan.org/johari?name=Sarahbear8301
The Johari Window
http://kevan.org/nohari?name=sarahbear8301
This is the Nohari window, most of you, if you have seen this at all, have probably seen the Johari window, but try them both please please pleeeeeeeease. Or else I will bug you until you do it.
I keep having these strange dreams that just don't make sense, which I talked about some early, like the baked bean throwing one at Office Depot, but here is another one I had last night: I was going to a womens basketball game, but not here at Devaney, it almost look like the gymnasium from Eastview High School, my high school's rival. I had a backpack on and I was meeting Adam and some of his friends at the game. I am not sure if we were in high school or not, but it felt like it. Adam's phone kept ringing throughout the whole game and it kept begin me so finally I told him to shut his phone off, which I may have said outloud in my sleep because Drake's phone rang this morning and his phone alarm was also going off at some point. Not so weird, you say? How about this: the person who kept calling Adam was Kenny G. I know, I know, now it's weird.
Most of you know I am not a highly religious person. I am completely in favor of everyone being entitled to their own religious beliefs and the key word there is 'acceptance', not 'tolerance'. I really do not like the word 'tolerance' because to me it sounds like when you tolerate something, you are just putting up with it, not necessarily accepting it. You don't have to accept other religions as your own, what you have to accept is the fact that not everyone will believe the same things that you do. Anyway, I have been know, now and then, to crack jokes about most religions, and even about Jesus himself, and for this I know I am probably going to Hell. But Teetz is going along to keep me company, so I am not too worried about it. But anyway, I stumbled across the blog of a former sorority sister and was highly offended by some of the things she was writing about God and Jesus. I know what you're probably thinking: If something about religion can offend Sarah, it must be pretty bad. I don't know, maybe I am over-reacting, but Teetz thought it was pretty bad too. This girl is writing about how Jesus is her Royal Husband and that she and Jesus are married (She even chose 'Married' in her Facebook profile and explained in it that she was married to Him, which I also am not sure you can do, but anyway...) Isn't that blasphemy? I thought only nuns were allowed to be 'married' and that was to the church, and this girl goes on and on, quoting scripture that she has twisted and warped in order to make it fit her definition and mold of Jesus being her husband. Then, she wrote this poem and called Jesus her lover and at that point I was like, wait a minute her missy...even Drake, who religion doesn't hold much interest for at this point, said it was disturbing, like her love for Jesus was almost carnal. It definitely is not very spiritual to me it seems. Am I just freaking out about nothing? I know I am one of the last people in the world who can judge anyone about anything religion-related, but come on! And all her blog is ever about it Jesus and all these poems she writes about Him and I don't know, I was just wondering what other people though. At first I wondered if she was doing some of this for show, kind of like a "Hey look at me and how good and wonderful and religious I am" but it is certainly something else now that I have read more from her. JohnRoss, please tell me what you think, though of course all comments about it are more than welcome. Maybe I am just over-reacting.
On a lighter note, I found out this past weekend that Adam is coming home on leave!!!!! I was very happy when I found out, and Mike is having a moving in party because, like Silas, he bought a house. He is in Omaha though, and that makes me kind of sad because it means both my guys are on opposite sides - Silas is in Grand Island, and now Mike is permanently in Omaha. At least when they had apartments and stuff, it gave me a teeny tiny glimmer of hope that either might move to Lincoln ( though the possibility was greater with Silas than with Mike). Anyway he will be home the week of Spring Break, which is kind of neat since his birthday is March 13th. The party at Mike's is on the 17th, and it is kind of a bummer because Drake will be home this weekend and we all know how much I hate driving to Omaha at any time, but ah well, Teetz will go with me he already said.
Speaking of Teetz: We watched Idol last night from Tuesday and Wednesday, wow, they all really sucked a lot except for maybe two of the girls and two of the guys. And the SVU he had from last week, I watched on Sunday on USA because suddenly USA got cool and now has a really fast turnaround rate for getting the new SVU episodes on right away, even from this season. It was hott. We might watch tonight to see who was voted off, I am supposed to call him after work. We also went to Wal-Mart and again called Tobin, something that seems like it is becoming a weekly thing. I once again begged her to come to Lincoln so the three of us can get really drunk and possibly arrested on O street. it will be so much fun!
Okay, time to clean my room and get all my sub info registered, don't forget to go to those links please and tell me what you really think of me. I promise I won't get mad!
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 23, 2006
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Strange Dreams
I am not sure what has been on inside this crazy head of mine lately, but I have had the two weirdest dreams in the last couple of days. The dreams themselves are strange, the things that happen are completely ridiculous and random, so tell me what you think:
Dream #1 (Sunday night)
Westfield Mall was having some special for college students, where they could come in after hours and shop uninterrupted (apparently shopping with soccer moms and old people was too much stress on us college-going folk). You had to show your UNL ID at the entrance to get in (also, I guess Wesleyan, Union, etc were not allowed to participate in this little event, UNL only). All of the stores were open, but not all had people working in them, somehow you could take whatever you wanted from any of the stores, and there were special kiosks set up where you paid for things. They also had sensors set up at all the entrances so you couldn't steal anything. So weird. Well, Drake and I went to the mall with Britt and Teetz, (even though I graduated, I still have my school ID so I got in). I found some stuff I wanted at Maurices and we were going to one of the kiosks to pay, and the one we went to first was being run by Sally Field, who was doing wax sculptures as well as taking payments for purchases made in various stores. When I took this pair of jeans from the store, as I was walking to the kiosk they somehow wrapped themselves in wax, so basically I was holding this big block of wax that the Wax Lady (aka Sally Field) had to melt in order for me to take them home - also another security measure I guess, but still soooo weird. And she was a total bitch about it! She was all nice to Drake, who wasn't even buying anything, but was so mean that I took my wax block down to the calligraphy store and had some popcorn. True story - in my head anyway. Then I woke up.
I know you're thinking 'wow', and so am I. It's even more strange writing the dream down and I am sure you will all get a kick out of it. Now, the second dream. I had this one this afternoon when I was taking a nap.
I was cashiering at Office Depot (just about the only part of this dream that will make sense). I was working a regular 8-4:30 shift and then my grandpa was supposed to come pick me up (I don't know why, he lives in Minnesota, I have my own car, and he'd never make the trip without Grandma so that's just silly). I am on register one checking people out, when one of my managers, Steve, comes up from the back office and is carrying a toddler, who apparently is mine. Steve is my dad in this dream, which is also strange, but whatever. He had been babysitting my daughter even though he was working also. My grandpa came into the store and picked up the toddler and was sitting in one of the office chairs, and then we got really busy and each line had like, five people each in it. I told my grandpa that, even though he'd driven all the way from MN to pick me up from work (a six hour drive!) that now I had to stay until 5:30 to help, because apparently that extra hour of work was seven dollars I desperately needed. Whatever. Then he left but he left my daughter, and then there was a container of baked beans sitting on the counter from Kentucky Fried Chicken and I picked them up with my hand and threw them on the floor, then called my grandpa and had him come back to pick me up because I felt bad since he drove all that way just for me. Then I couldn't breath and it started freaking me out because I had lost the ability to swallow anything, and I woke up choking - it felt like I had swallowed my tongue which is a very scary feeling and I woke up not being able to breath.
Weird, huh?
Dream #1 (Sunday night)
Westfield Mall was having some special for college students, where they could come in after hours and shop uninterrupted (apparently shopping with soccer moms and old people was too much stress on us college-going folk). You had to show your UNL ID at the entrance to get in (also, I guess Wesleyan, Union, etc were not allowed to participate in this little event, UNL only). All of the stores were open, but not all had people working in them, somehow you could take whatever you wanted from any of the stores, and there were special kiosks set up where you paid for things. They also had sensors set up at all the entrances so you couldn't steal anything. So weird. Well, Drake and I went to the mall with Britt and Teetz, (even though I graduated, I still have my school ID so I got in). I found some stuff I wanted at Maurices and we were going to one of the kiosks to pay, and the one we went to first was being run by Sally Field, who was doing wax sculptures as well as taking payments for purchases made in various stores. When I took this pair of jeans from the store, as I was walking to the kiosk they somehow wrapped themselves in wax, so basically I was holding this big block of wax that the Wax Lady (aka Sally Field) had to melt in order for me to take them home - also another security measure I guess, but still soooo weird. And she was a total bitch about it! She was all nice to Drake, who wasn't even buying anything, but was so mean that I took my wax block down to the calligraphy store and had some popcorn. True story - in my head anyway. Then I woke up.
I know you're thinking 'wow', and so am I. It's even more strange writing the dream down and I am sure you will all get a kick out of it. Now, the second dream. I had this one this afternoon when I was taking a nap.
I was cashiering at Office Depot (just about the only part of this dream that will make sense). I was working a regular 8-4:30 shift and then my grandpa was supposed to come pick me up (I don't know why, he lives in Minnesota, I have my own car, and he'd never make the trip without Grandma so that's just silly). I am on register one checking people out, when one of my managers, Steve, comes up from the back office and is carrying a toddler, who apparently is mine. Steve is my dad in this dream, which is also strange, but whatever. He had been babysitting my daughter even though he was working also. My grandpa came into the store and picked up the toddler and was sitting in one of the office chairs, and then we got really busy and each line had like, five people each in it. I told my grandpa that, even though he'd driven all the way from MN to pick me up from work (a six hour drive!) that now I had to stay until 5:30 to help, because apparently that extra hour of work was seven dollars I desperately needed. Whatever. Then he left but he left my daughter, and then there was a container of baked beans sitting on the counter from Kentucky Fried Chicken and I picked them up with my hand and threw them on the floor, then called my grandpa and had him come back to pick me up because I felt bad since he drove all that way just for me. Then I couldn't breath and it started freaking me out because I had lost the ability to swallow anything, and I woke up choking - it felt like I had swallowed my tongue which is a very scary feeling and I woke up not being able to breath.
Weird, huh?
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